good night
narcissistic poetry good night my love, my eyes are getting heavy, we've been talking all day I'll miss you , and when we awake, be...
good night
my toes are getting old
someday
not yo mama
call me back
your eyes
i miss you
how will he know that he has found the one, if I am not truly being myself?
"anyways..."
dont look at me like that
so, you dont like me,
what is money
the love of money creates enemies
we can all look ugly sometimes...
there is more to me than what the eyes can see
I love making my bed
I have learned to do things right the first time
ameenah's ballad